Moonboy was still in diapers when we discovered him staring up at you, and then he became moonboy
Through cloud cover he could track you — we’d hold him up, move him in a circle ’til he smiled
And at night, we could peak into his room, and even if you were on the other side of the world, it seemed an errant beam lit his face
Then math came along, and science, and when he learned of the actual distances involved, the space between you grew with each trip ‘round the sun
But perhaps… on a clear night, you might peak over the horizon and find his face?
And his girlfriend might see a moment of moonboy, in between beginner kisses
My queen is at Miss Lyndonville Diner
I order a cuppa coffee and nurse it for an hour just to watch her.
Caffeine kicks my IBS up bad so the whole thing is painful.
I watch her the whole time, careful not to get caught.
I watch her long neck with her hair piled up.
I watch her hands and the way her legs move and the way she… I dunno.
Everything everything everything
And the whole time my gut is killing me, from that first sip on.
But I order coffee cause that’s the first thing she says to me.
And it’s ok that it hurts cause I’ll never have the guts to — Oh, here she comes now here she comes:
She glides by and I can smell her for just a moment. Part of her stays in the air for a moment.
And then I go, and I drive across the lot to look in the window a last time.
Rosebud, little friend
There will be boys to meet
On stairwells, he’ll pass you
With all his hair
Hiding his eyes
This will go on for some weeks
As he figures out your schedule
And figures out himself
’Til he surprises you
Stopping on the stairwell
With an eloquent “Hey…”
It is then
You might notice his lips
The best of these boys
Are so scared
Send him down the stairs
To dream unending of you
You will never hold so many of the cards again
Trapped in a bed with someone who sleeps hot
And no escape from lazy curls of grill smoke that hunt you down
The house on the corner will start throwing parties — you’re never invited
Shitty music and the laughing of drunk mothers banging on the window
Come out! Come out and play! Come sit and get some food you couldn’t see in the dark all over your fat shorts!
Swim in the pool with everyone else’s drips and liquids, and $5 French fries sticky fingers that were up that’s kid’s nose
Soon it will rain, and there will be a mist when you walk in the morning, and so quiet that you’d swear you heard dragonflies holding hands
And then off and running for the bathing suit body that hasn’t been seen since your early 30’s
Soon summer will end…
Still trapped with that hot sleeper
And no escape from caramelizing onions that find you opening windows
The house down the street leaves garbage cans in front all week and who knows what those teens are up to
Stay out. Stay out all day until your sneakers are wet… and you stepped in something
Jump rope and use the bike in the basement, and watch the country fall apart between commercial breaks for medicine you’re likely to eventually take
Soon it will snow, and you’ll have to pick your path to the park, empty handed
And then creaking up the stairs with your old knees, dreaming of new hips
just a girl that works
in a pizza place
Today it was thunder and rain
I stood in the doorway watching the street empty of people
I fuck up so many things
all the way back to grade school
I could step off the sidewalk and be swept away
to where no one who knows me might find me
And I could be a mermaid to someone who’s never seen a girl
from a pizza place